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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    like the sun swallowed up by the earth; magnus & any
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    There was a sadness that clung to the stallion’s curves—a melancholy that seemed to be rooted in his very being, the snort he gives when he drops his head one of almost grief. It caused the barest of frowns to twist the corner of Magnus’ mouth, his scarred lips pulling downward in thought. While not an indirect man, neither was he particularly prone to prying within moments of meeting another and thus he chooses to let the sorrow lie. Perhaps in time Warrick would be open to sharing it with Magnus, but for now, the golden stallion would be content to be greeter, pointing him in whichever direction he needed.

    “I have been called many things in my life, but kind is not often one of them.” Inky lips drew up into a crooked smile, the result charming and roguish. Warmonger, traitor, lover, friend, soldier—these were all things hurled in his direction, lovingly whispered in his ear, pressed upon his chest with honor. All things, in their time and place, correct—but kind? Magnus did not find himself deserving of such a thing.

    His ears perked a little in the thicket of his tangled, matted forelock, face open and handsome with wide sweeping lines and gold-flecked eyes. “If you are looking for a home, you’ve come to the right place.” He motioned around them to the volcanic island, quiet as most of its residents sought out dark corners to rest their heads. “I may be biased, but I think you may have stumbled across one of the best ones around.”

    It’s then that Magnus’ eye is drawn to the pinprick of light, the shimmering of a familiar shape. He smiled at Warrick, nodding at his motioning. “Ah, I see you’ve found our resident nebula.” Lifting his head, the mane falling back, Magnus let loose a deep-throated call, the sound low and pleasant—loud enough that Neo would hear them but quiet enough that it wouldn’t disturb those who tried to find sleep.

    “Her name is Neo, and she is as enigmatic as the stars themselves.”

    A flash of a smile.
    
“Just one of the many who call this land home.”

    out of the blue out into the loneliest place that you'll ever know
    I carried the world just as far as I could but the damage had taken its toll

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